User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3135907-20120120015440/@comment-3135907-20120120035300

"Wait, who's gonna be chief?" ask Lig and Sliguld both simultaneously. They look at eachother and both whip out daggers. Soon the entire raft is a ruckus of battle, with every beast going overboard turning into a scrumptious meal for the Teeth of the Deeps. Claw and a weasel with a boathook fight over the tiller, until Ballij plunges a dirk into the weasel's belly. With a scream the weasel is hurled into the lashing waters. "Us ferrets stick t'gether, ey?" says Ballij with a wink. He then stares briefly at the sword thrust in his gut by Claw, then falls backward into the sea. Lig and Sliguld parry and counter each other's dagger thrusts, then Sliguld sees an opening and pierces Lig's throat. Lig slits Sliguld's in a last attempt. Both fall mortally wounded. Claw has since snatched up the weasel's boathook and is fighting off a horde of rats, foxes and weasels. Suddenly a massive wave flips the raft, leaving the battlers writhing and fighting for air in the unforgiving seas.